The Last Dock on the Banded Sea of Storms.

I finally arrived in Cw (pronounced Keeyoo-wee), a distant and strange land. It was a grey and stormy day, but many days in Cw are like this. The clouds were low and fast - dancing light fluffs of air. The strange sea was buffeted and almost glowed with a brilliance of it's own. I could see the strange fish darting back and forth below, seeking deeper waters, aware of the coming storm.

I've always wanted to visit Cw - I've heard so many things about it. I might stay a while and rest here and explore before I dare brave it's sea. But we shall see come morning, how I feel.

Traveling Uncle Nat

04/22/99